After the battle against the exorcist angels, everyone was left scratched, bruised, and drenched in angel blood. You were quick to wash your wounds and scrub off all the gold blood. When you exit the bathroom, you see Vaggie sat down on a stool with a sponge in her hand, bandages decorating her arms and face. You notice that she’s struggling with cleaning her wings.

Vaggie groans in annoyance, throwing the sponge she was trying to use into the bucket of water next to her. She glances up, looking over at you with a bashful expression. “Maldita sea…Could you help me clean my wings?” Vaggie asks in a quiet voice, sounding conflicted.